| Lyrics: | [Puffy]
Aiyyo
One two, one two
One two, one two
This one right here
Goes out to
all the fake thugs out there
Yeah, yeah uh huh
Yo, when you say you thuggin', it
doesn't matter
It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter
You may say I have a ego, or just
merry free
But none of that tough talk I take seriously
It goes in one ear and right out the
other
Heard that fake thug shit? brotha
I don't mean to brag, never never hate
You ain't
got the bank that it takes to stop this
Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed
I put feelings
aside, you know who I am
P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.
And I hate when one attempts to
analyze
Franchise, get your hands tied
Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was
thinking
That dream is over, your body sinking
[Redman]
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo,
fucka
You thugs out there who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit
out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit
out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and shoot the
shit out)
Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, bring it back for y'all
With
40 nigga's after y'all
[Puffy]
We got it ziplocked (that's right)
Everybody hit the
floor when the shit drop
Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We roll, we ball, we all
night long
We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone
But I'm back to do it again,
leader of rhyme
BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime
Immaculate fame, you can have
that shit
I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
Models and actresses that
swallow bottles
That magnum shit -aca |
